The Ramblings of Hughbo (Free subscription) | 11/20/2009
... my arm and through my hand a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me. And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world’s healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.
The Rik Files (Free subscription) | 11/07/2009
... - as long as something shiny doesn't distract me! Is it truly possible for someone like me to love? Can I sip at the essential spring of love first hand? In situations such as this one, I find it easier to concentrate on the big questions. At the moment Sam is staring at taps; we're in a small, grubby kitchen area with magnolia walls and the sort of tiles you find in public...
Hand embroidered goodness (Free subscription) | 11/07/2009
So I've been stitching again. Little and often for me seems to be the key for me then I don't get so bogged down on the issue of not making anything, then if I do and it doesn't go well. (I have a box of stuff gone wrong) I don't feel so fed up. This is what I stitched last night, then made up this morning whilst it was sunny, it's 4pm now and turning darker. Did I ever say I loved winter? I...
Dictionary Quotes (Free subscription) | 10/31/2009
... your bower; Fill your lap, and fill your bosom; Only spare the strawberry-blossom! Primroses, the Spring may love them– Summer knows but little of them: Violets, a barren kind, Withered on the ground must lie; Daisies leave no fruit behind When the pretty flowerets die; Pluck them, and another year As many will be blowing here. God has given a kindlier power To the favoured strawberry-flower....
